17 April 2011

since i'm a few minutes late, here are some honest rough drafts; sketches of pomes i have yet to finish:

Bix Beiderbecke
and other marigolds and not-so-marigold inference

evidentlyave maria w/ self-destructiveascriptions

asyndeton

murder policedescended on the church and strung upyellow crime-scene tape

“CASSETTE: carved bone & bone dust from every bone in the body, trinitite (glass produced during the first atomic test explosion at Trinity test site circa 1945, when heat from the blast melted surrounding sand), metal screws, rust, letraset; AUDIO TAPE: an original composition of military drum marches, weapon fire, and soldiers’ voices from battlefields of various wars made from Electronic Voice Phenomena recordings (voices and sounds of the dead or past, detected through magnetic audio tape).”

"Witnesses were pressured by the police into giving false evidence. Those who had anything favourable to say were silenced."

w/ boys, surrealism, arches, mythology, stairways, banisters

[circa 2009/2010]

finches were chirping and hopping between the wobbly power lines

codeine biedermeier through derailleur txt; jessica, please help me: i/ve fallen from a menagerie of wires,iron lung jazz corroboration bordered by heartache(adj. redacted) anesthetized outside oaklandchoking on the isolation implacable w/in the conjecture of hospital recordingsencirclementsaround the shoulders of another lover, completely withdrawntangled up in arteriesworking its way through the creases of my hearta speeding car, the semiotics of her face cancelling out my journals, breaking my neckpink eye cinematography, unsounded triangles like exit confessions for a choir...asthmatic, rectangular breathing, old hat transistors --jessica, please help:this is how i/ve been lead off course, i/m concerned over one sound,the evidence of her love as it tries it out on the streetlights, the fire escapewhere we reluctantly lie to each other, cups of tea like last night/s engineering, we monitor its treachery, a juncture where she renders his liesw/ field artillery frieze, her tristea distrust mirroring the secrets he keeps, holding it like i hold the imprint of